Here comes the soft wind and the running streams

Listen to the giggle of the breeze

Its in the breath of exitement

The forest spirit comes like a slow wildfire

The morning dew makes the gasping growth

Spring is fast

spring is slow

We fly above the clouds

Life is gold in the mould

It was in yesturday our time elapsed

It was in tomorow we were today

It is in the river voices are talking

It was in the crosses of paths beyond

And so it is now

And here we are

Like always before